Father Luciano is in the church, having a cup of tea. He sits in front of the fire, writing in a small black leather book in his lap. He hums to himself as he does, an old church hymn from his younger days.
Samaritan is outside, skinning a pot-belly pig and her children for a dinner he intends to cook for himself. Pork, rice, brown sauce, broccoli, carrots, fresh radish, water chestnut, and olive oil.
Donn is in town, humming as he picks up some knitting supplies for himself. He may be a scary fellow, but that doesn't mean he can enjoy a good bit a knitting, especially if it's for his children.
*i think it’s new char time*
A short, young-ish tiefling woman is walking outside by the church, carrying a battered toolbox in her left hand and an acetylene torch in the right. She has blue-tinged skin, short ram-like horns, and magenta hair. She’s dressed in grey overalls and a long-sleeved tee. Her tail is curled behind her, and she looks around excitedly.
Riotan walks over to him, taking out a small knife and starting to help him.
Eito is morosely walking through town, contemplating things.
He peers out and waves, stepping outside. "Hello dear."
"You want any bits?" He asked, looking up.
Donn looks over, blinking. He walks beside him, humming "You want something to eat dear?"
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
Felix nods, smiling. "Yeah! If you promise to behave, I'll even save you one of the good seats. By behaving, I just mean not like, killing anyone or anything. Not that I don't trust you, I just want to set expectations for the vibe I'm going for."
The brute stands up and stomps over. Really, he's just walking, but he's pretty loud. If he were fully physical, he might even shake the ground. He puts a massive arm around Mauric, the one with the skewer, and laughs. "Heya, sport! How's it going?"
He doesn't look up, but he points at Eito. The bodyguards don't look either. "Hhhhekekeke... A little nobody returns to me... hoping to catch me off guard? I can smell the rotting moral fiber. The chill. The darkness. Go on, take a stab, why don't you?."
“Oh, you shouldn’t trust me. I wouldn’t if I were you.” He smirks. “But worry not, I’ll play nice~”
Mauric jumps a little, the hair on his spine and tail raised. “I’m alright, just working. I’m the janitor here during the day shift.”
Eito tilts their head, still watching.
"Of course. You're a sweet guy. You know which boundaries aren't okay to cross, even if you sometimes like to cross them anyway." He walks into the back, waving for Rio to follow.
"A janitor? How... queer." His breathing seems ragged from the effort of mustering that exclamation a second ago. "You took me up on my BS offer without a second thought. I mean, you gave some requirements, but you were confident in your abilities to cook things from an actual nightmare realm! Do you know how cool and/or stupid that is? Honestly, with that kind of gumption, how come you aren't chef already?"
Cathan snorts. "Just gonna sit there, all quiet-like? Maybe you aren't a nobody. Why are you here, Eito?"
He follows. “Well yeah, there are some things that just aren’t right in any state of nature. You can guess what kinda stuff I mean.”
“Hey man, I get you’re probably from another time period, but I actually am queer, so just be conscious that the meaning has changed.” He sighs a little. “And I did used to have my own restaurant, actually. I was a pretty famous chef. But I got closed down. I’m a sous chef at Samaritan’s restaurant though, and I’m working my way up, so it’s all good!”
They still don’t respond.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Rumors are spreading like wildfire about some terrifying creature with white, bloodstained fur, deerlike legs, large rotting wings, and long crooked teeth. The rumors say that this creature eats humanoids and lives in a forest near Lords Rest Inn
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
Father Luciano is in the church, having a cup of tea. He sits in front of the fire, writing in a small black leather book in his lap. He hums to himself as he does, an old church hymn from his younger days.
Samaritan is outside, skinning a pot-belly pig and her children for a dinner he intends to cook for himself. Pork, rice, brown sauce, broccoli, carrots, fresh radish, water chestnut, and olive oil.
Donn is in town, humming as he picks up some knitting supplies for himself. He may be a scary fellow, but that doesn't mean he can enjoy a good bit a knitting, especially if it's for his children.
*i think it’s new char time*
A short, young-ish tiefling woman is walking outside by the church, carrying a battered toolbox in her left hand and an acetylene torch in the right. She has blue-tinged skin, short ram-like horns, and magenta hair. She’s dressed in grey overalls and a long-sleeved tee. Her tail is curled behind her, and she looks around excitedly.
Riotan walks over to him, taking out a small knife and starting to help him.
Eito is morosely walking through town, contemplating things.
He peers out and waves, stepping outside. "Hello dear."
"You want any bits?" He asked, looking up.
Donn looks over, blinking. He walks beside him, humming "You want something to eat dear?"
She turns back to him and smiles. “Hey reverend! Nice to meet you!”
“Nah, just wanna help.”
Eito looks up at Donn, their stance slightly askew. “Nay.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
*I’m finally here, and able to rp. How’re yall doin’?*
*not bad, how bout you?*
*Im livin’ and I ain’t dead, you know how it be. Wanna rp?*
*sure, just checkin up, wanna make sure you’re doing well. should i pick or did you want to?*
*Im doing close enough to well I guess. I’m not the type of guy to pick, you know that, so could you?*
*just make sure to take care of yourself. love you, man.*
*i will select Damian, Thane, and Merabelle then*
*Ill try, love you too dawg.*
Damian is cooking up some meals for everyone in the Inn, dancing across the kitchen as he works with professional expertise, as if he isn’t one of the most notorious drunkards around.
Thane has been helping around the town, building small homes for the homeless, and helping to feed them alongside Merabelle.
Merabelle is sitting outside of the Inn, painting and humming to herself, her necklace resting on her chest, Riotan’s scale still there as she does some water colors.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
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*I'm doing good. Any characters you especially want to RP with on either side?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Doin’ okay, you know how it is.*
He peers out and waves, stepping outside. "Hello dear."
"You want any bits?" He asked, looking up.
Donn looks over, blinking. He walks beside him, humming "You want something to eat dear?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Nope, sorry if that makes things more difficult. Might intro my Hunter here eventually though.*
*yeah*
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
He follows. “Well yeah, there are some things that just aren’t right in any state of nature. You can guess what kinda stuff I mean.”
“Hey man, I get you’re probably from another time period, but I actually am queer, so just be conscious that the meaning has changed.” He sighs a little. “And I did used to have my own restaurant, actually. I was a pretty famous chef. But I got closed down. I’m a sous chef at Samaritan’s restaurant though, and I’m working my way up, so it’s all good!”
They still don’t respond.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I might as well. But as it turns out, I have to leave for a while. I'll be back, though.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*not bad, how bout you?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*blp*
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
*Wanna rp?*
*Im livin’ and I ain’t dead, you know how it be. Wanna rp?*
*See ya then, take care and all that.*
She turns back to him and smiles. “Hey reverend! Nice to meet you!”
“Nah, just wanna help.”
Eito looks up at Donn, their stance slightly askew. “Nay.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*sure, just checkin up, wanna make sure you’re doing well. should i pick or did you want to?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Im doing close enough to well I guess. I’m not the type of guy to pick, you know that, so could you?*
*yeah*
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
*just make sure to take care of yourself. love you, man.*
*i will select Damian, Thane, and Merabelle then*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Who you want?*
*Ill try, love you too dawg.*
Damian is cooking up some meals for everyone in the Inn, dancing across the kitchen as he works with professional expertise, as if he isn’t one of the most notorious drunkards around.
Thane has been helping around the town, building small homes for the homeless, and helping to feed them alongside Merabelle.
Merabelle is sitting outside of the Inn, painting and humming to herself, her necklace resting on her chest, Riotan’s scale still there as she does some water colors.
*anyone really*
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!